A moveable feast blog

'She imagined tulips ... The thousands of buds bloomed into white flowers, and one by one, the gradual opening up of each flower lulled...

'Sleep was coming for me. I knew the sound of it by now, the foghorn of dead space that put me on autopilot while my conscious self...

I wish Britain could adopt Catalunya’s joyful celebration of love and literature Every April 23rd, the streets of Barcelona fill with...

Feasting off the Abbey Road Crossing at our First Immersive Literary supperclub, inspired by Deborah Levy's Novel 'It had been Jennifer's...